Eagle’s Glory

Edgar de Treville, who was far away in Greece, of course did not know that his daughter had just been born. At this time, he was telling the young man in front of him the arrival of his wife and sister in a warm and hidden bewitching tone.

Compared with Alice's entanglement, he has no guilt at all - in his opinion, if Agnes can bring benefits to his family, why use it? Besides, it's not a shame for her.

"She is with you, Your Majesty."

"This is really good news." Agron was startled, then laughed, "I don't think she should be disgusted with me, right? After all, I took her brother-in-law away from her sister."

"No, you underestimate her, Agnes, like us, is a person who respects grand ambitions. She admires your heroic deeds very much, so she can understand our difficulties... That's why she agrees to Alice's request. "Edgar continued to lie flatly. "She would be more than happy to serve you, Your Majesty."

Although Edgar was hype, of course Aigron couldn't completely listen to him.

Although he and Agnes got along for a short time, he also knew Agnes' character, so she would not be interested in the business of Bonaparte or the Bourbon family.

However, if he could recruit Agnes through the Treville family, it would also be of great help to him—not to mention Agnes herself, she is also very prestigious among the younger generation of nobles, like Andre- The defeat of Davout's men will both fear and respect her. If she can get her service, the young people in Paris will be greatly shocked.

"That's really good news." Therefore, Aegron did not expose the other party's lie, but continued to say it. "Edgar, if Agnes can join us, it will be a huge gain for us."

Then, he looked at the sea in the distance, the sun had changed from dazzling incandescent light to golden yellow, and the sun also showed a vague outline under the fiery red clouds, getting closer and closer to the sea.

This magnificent evening scene just reflects his good mood at the moment.

"You go to rest first, I think you must be quite tired on the way." He turned his head and said to Edgar with a smile. "Let's have dinner here tonight, to welcome you all."

"Okay, Your Majesty!" Edgar agreed immediately.

He was also in a good mood, because judging from His Majesty's attitude when he mentioned Agnes, he did have a considerable degree of goodwill towards her—and that meant that there seemed to be room for his plans...

While Agron and Edgar were having a good conversation, Andre Davout took Agnes to the top floor of the hotel.

There is an empty room here, and André Davout intends to arrange for Agnes to settle down here.

Although the entire hotel was occupied by Agron and his party, as a female family, Agnes couldn't mix with the guards, so he found this room.

Just next to this room is Chanel's room, and then a little further along the corridor is Teresa's bedroom.

Andre walked to the door, opened it, and looked back at Agnes.

"Miss Agnes, if you don't mind, just rest here for a while—"

"It's okay, I don't mind." Before he could finish speaking, Agnes nodded and agreed, "Since you guys have arranged this place, let's go here!"

Then, she looked around at the door, as if to confirm the terrain and route here.

At this moment, a girl in a maid uniform appeared around the corner.

With a fruit plate in her hand, she was about to head to the balcony—and at this moment, her gaze fell on Agnes.

For a moment, her eyes widened in surprise, the plate in her hand almost fell to the ground, and she managed to maintain her balance.

"Miss Agnes!" she whispered, "is that you?"

"Hey~ of course it's me!" Agnes raised her finger and made a cheerful gesture, "Chanel, we haven't seen you for a long time."

"Yeah... long time no see..." Chanel put the fruit plate aside, then walked quickly to Agnes, looking at her with surprise and joy, "Why are you here? "

When they first met in Switzerland, because Agnes and Agron almost made a move, Chanel has always had a grudge against Agnes, but it has been so long, and the initial unpleasantness of course has long since disappeared.

Agnes has a bright, cheerful and informal character, and she has a great appetite for Chanel. She was in the Bavarian court when she was a child, and in the Austrian court when she grew up. No matter where she was, she was accustomed to the bosses of nobles, and she was accustomed to serving people. For Chanel, Agnes, who doesn't put on airs as a princess, is indeed very rare, and she is very fond of her.

"Why did I come here... It's a good question, and I'm a bit at a loss myself." Agnes spread her hands regretfully, "If you want to ask, just ask my sister and brother-in-law, why are you giving me such trouble? ask……"

Then, she roughly told Chanel about accepting a request from her sister and escorting her brother-in-law along the way.

"So that's how it is..." Chanel finally understood what had happened, and then she looked at Agnes gratefully, "You really worked hard! You have worked so hard for Your Majesty's cause, and I think Your Majesty will be grateful to you. "

"Then we have to make it clear that I am not for your majesty, but only for my own relatives." Agnes replied disapprovingly.

Seeing Agnes' stubborn expression, Chanel smiled inwardly but didn't say anything else, but looked towards the room. "Is this where you want to live? It's great... it's right next to me, but there's no one living here, it might be a little dusty, I'll clean it up for you!"

"No need... I don't really care... Besides, I will sort it out myself." Agnes replied quickly.

However, at this time, Chanel had already picked up the broom and rag to tidy up, so Agnes could only helplessly watch Chanel busy.

"Miss Chanel is really enthusiastic." Andre Davout looked at him with a smile.

"It's so overzealous that I'm a little embarrassed." Agnes smiled wryly.

"It shows that she respects you very much - not everyone deserves to be treated like this," Andrei whispered, "You don't think she only dresses as a maid, but she has a detached position among us, Your Majesty is very Trusting her, entrusting her with important responsibilities, and even officially canonizing her as a member of the Knights Order by his side, this is a rare honor."

"Is that so?" Agnes blinked in disbelief. "So Chanel is now a knight of honor?"

"Not only an honorary knight, His Majesty also said that he will give her more awards in the future to recognize her loyalty and dedication." Andre replied with a smile, and then added, "With your ability and prestige , if you are willing, I think it is only necessary to mention to His Majesty, and he will immediately canonize you with great pleasure."

"Forget it... I don't care if a knight is a knight or not." Agnes immediately shook her head, "Besides, it's clear that the outcome is not yet decided, and I can't take my breath. "

As the girl spoke, she held her head up, full of confidence and arrogance, but Andre had other thoughts in his heart—at the beginning, His Majesty told him that he had fought with Agnes, but the result was a tie or even the upper hand. There was still a bit of disbelief in his heart, but now that Agnes personally confirmed it, he finally completely believed it.

Your Majesty is amazing...

He also remembered that His Majesty had promised him that he would give Agnes a little color in the future, Yixue's own humiliation... At this moment, he suddenly had some expectations.

If this boy and girl fight, it will definitely be a grand show that he has never seen in his life. It doesn't even matter who wins and who loses - of course, it would be best if His Majesty wins.

"Okay, I just said it casually. It all depends on your wishes. If you are not interested, Your Majesty and anyone else will not force you." Andrei smiled and ended the topic.

Although Agnes was very hard-mouthed, Andre felt that since everyone had already come, it was naturally impossible to stay out of it - not to mention that since Edgar de Treville was already His Majesty's servant, he followed him. How could Agnes have any other choice?

And just as they were talking, Chanel, who was quick on his hands and feet, had already helped Agnes clean up the room.

Andre Davout looked at the room and was quite satisfied.

From today onwards, their team has grown by another point. Two young people from famous French noble families have defected to His Majesty's command.

In his view, this is not just an isolated event, but a symbol - His Majesty is like the rising sun, rising in France, and although he is now thousands of miles away, the morning sun is already dazzling in this country Dazzle up.

He fully believes that more people will come to defect in the future to serve the successor who is playing the banner.

It's a pity...Princess Teresa has already come, or maybe today's accident will bring more unexpected good results-Andre Davout suddenly thought to himself.

It's not that he disrespects or underestimates Teresa, but in his heart, compared to a foreign princess he has never met, Agnes who grew up in Paris and shares the same language and experience with them, It is much more cordial in his heart - what's more, the image of Agnes in his heart is so dazzling that it can even be worthy of the rising sun.

It's a pity... it all seems too late. He sighed inwardly.

"Okay, the task that belongs to me has been completed. Next, you can settle down here. If you have any requirements, just mention it to Chanel." Andre bowed gracefully and said goodbye to Agnes very politely. , then turned away.

"Miss Agnes, what do you think?" Chanel asked.

Agnes looked around the room that seemed to be brand new, and nodded lightly, "I'm very satisfied, thank you Chanel."

"It's just a matter of time." Chanel replied with a smile, "Then you can rest here first, and I'll tell His Majesty-"

"Right now, your Majesty should be communicating with my brother-in-law, you'd better not disturb them," Agnes reminded Chanel kindly, "You should go and do other things first, and wait until they finish talking. will call you."

"You're right." Chanel nodded, then as if she had thought of something.

"Okay... Then I'll leave first. If you have any orders, please call me anytime!" She saluted Agnes and left the room.

Agnes, who was finally alone, was also a little tired. She put down the parasol in her hand, and then lay on the bed and closed her eyes.

After leaving the room, Chanel did not go back to his residence, but went to the depths along the corridor, and then knocked on the door.

"Come in." The person inside responded quickly.

Chanel tiptoed into the room, and then respectfully saluted the girl sitting by the desk.

"Chanel, you're here just in time." Teresa didn't look at her, but picked up the letter she just wrote, looked over it carefully, and breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm finally done..."

After confirming that there was no problem with the long text, she put this letter together with the letter that Aigron had just written, and stuffed it into the same envelope.

She will give this letter to the people around her later, and then the courier will make another trip to find a way to deliver it to the not-too-distant Principality of Parma—it is expected to be delivered within a few days.

She did not know how much of her attachment to the eldest son still remained in her heart, Louisa, the mother of His Royal Highness, but she believed that there was no absolute conflict of interest between mother and son. .

Compared with Agron, who has always been resentful, Teresa has less malice towards Luisa.

Louisa facilitated her own marriage-although her purpose was to find a way for her own children, so she ran around; but why is this not the case with herself now?

After doing all this, she finally looked back at Chanel.

"Do you have anything to tell me?"

"Your Highness, just now, the son of the Marquis of Treville came to defect to His Majesty." Chanel bowed his head and told her respectfully.

"Trevelle?" Teresa frowned, as if thinking. "I seem to have heard this surname... Is it a famous family?"

"Yes." Chanel nodded. "This general has always been our loyal supporter."

"That's great." Teresa laughed.

"In addition to the gentleman, her wife and sister also felt...the name was Agnes."